Not later than when Prince Aemond lost his eye, King Viserys wished for the conflict between his oldest daughter Rhaenyra and his second wife Alicent to end. Betrothing Rhaenyra's only daughter Viserra to Alicent's oldest son Aegon seemed like the b...
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KING'S LANDING, 131 AC
How could one be so cursed to witness this? How could one be so stupid to think this was a feast? How could one be so naive to think everyone was enjoying this? This wasn't a day of happiness, this was a day of fear and disgust, if one were to ask the bride and the groom.
Two figures standing next to each other, bound by only one thing, the ribbon that tied their hands together. Whereas Aegon stared at their hands, his face forming an appalled grimace, Viserra's gaze had wandered onto the opposite direction at the floor, keeping her eyes from the curse as far as possible.
This was not supposed to happen. They were not meant for each other, they had been forced to tie the knot because their families could not get along. And they would never get along, not even after this wedding. It felt as though this marriage would only worsen things, not improve them. But while Aegon accepted the ceremony and was filled with disdain, Viserra wanted to avoid it at all costs.
"In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity."
A chuckle that echoed through the whole sept was heard, and it was that of no other than Daemon, who had stood by Rhaenyra's side, amused by this whole play. Those who truly knew, knew that this was an act - how everyone smiled at the pair and didn't burst out in laughter. Some kept their laughs in because they pitied the Serene Princess, others were worried about what would happen if they disrupted such an important ceremony.
But Daemon, the King's brother, could allow himself to interrupt the formalities.
He earned himself a few looks, especially that of Queen Alicent and the Septon, but King Viserys, for example, was so weak he could barely stand, let alone hear the chuckle of his brother.
"Look upon one another and say the words," the Septon's voice broke the silence later than planned due to Daemon's intrusion. Aegon tilted his head to Viserra, fighting the urge to let out an annoyed sigh as he impatiently waited for her to look back at him to be done with this. The only prosperous thing for him was the wine that would be served during the feast that day.
However, Viserra didn't grant him this favor, for she did not immediately raise her eyes at Aegon, too focused on the small ridges of the ground. The Sept had been merely 100 years old, but you could already see the effects of time on the floor stones, which, once, must have been completely even. Now they were bumpy and a little slippery as she had noticed when walking towards the altar a few moments ago.
Of course, this deliberateness didn't go unnoticed. Aegon tapped with his foot as he side-eyed the Septon who nodded faintly and cleared his throat in order to gain the princess' attention. This made Viserra instantly look up at the Septon, her eyes widening in slight surprise, if not even fear. A head tilt from the Septon in Aegon's direction made her understand it was time for them to exchange the vows, because, unsurprisingly, Viserra hadn't noticed the Septon's previous words either.
